The needle hovers around 2. Happiness in spite of the gripping chill is… squeaky snow underfoot… the sun bravely peaking out from behind the graphite clouds… a glittery new blanket over our nest… blooming paperwhites in the kitchen.
Happy Sunday, dear readers. How will you spend your day? Bundle up, lovelies.
Lovely just how much it helps to lift one’s spirits to just get out. Simple joys of listening to the muffled silence that a fresh blanket of snow brings, seeing your breath as you work your way up the hills, feeling the snow creep into the space between pants and socks that the boots neglect to reach, sharing a bowl of soup that warms the belly. And the soul.
